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It's far too quiet in the TARDIS.
The place he and Reinette have called home for over a year doesn't feel the same. It feels wrong. He hates that, hates the wrong of it. The glaring empty of his other companions' rooms doesn't help, either.
So, he takes old printouts of events just prior to the universe's collapse and lays them out on the grass, each with a heavy paperweight holding them in place. He stands in the middle, trying to sort it all out.
He's glad the neighbors have taken to ignoring his strange devices and antics.
The place he and Reinette have called home for over a year doesn't feel the same. It feels wrong. He hates that, hates the wrong of it. The glaring empty of his other companions' rooms doesn't help, either.
So, he takes old printouts of events just prior to the universe's collapse and lays them out on the grass, each with a heavy paperweight holding them in place. He stands in the middle, trying to sort it all out.
He's glad the neighbors have taken to ignoring his strange devices and antics.